#fran01

Well this was different. He weighed his options as quickly as he could and determined that panicking would help him the least in a situation like this. Unfortunate, because it was almost his first instinct. Still, he knew he wouldn’t get anywhere until he first got his bearings.

“First things first, just where the hell am I? It looks normal enough at least, but people don’t just get swept away to a ‘normal’ city.”

The young magus was only seconds into a trek around the area when something impossible caught his eye. In a moment of utter confusion, he removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes, then promptly remembered he couldn’t see nearly well enough without them. It wasn’t wholly unfounded when the last time he saw her was in the middle of something just as impossible, he just had to confirm.

A smell in the air caught her attention, and while she knew not to go sniffing around like some wild animal, this one tugged on her harder than most would have. Nostalgia brought back bits of bitter memories of the place she was born, a place as far away from ‘home as possible’.

“Smells like mother’s workshop...”

A bitter smile formed on her lips as she followed the scent to something pink and gold covered in white like a bride. An air of magic clung to the woman who sat alone with the scents of alchemy, necromancy, and the faintest hint of electricity dancing in the air around her. The gold horn sprouting from her head told her everything she needed to know, and that she ought to approach with caution if she still had a concept of it.

He had been here for only a short while and already abnormalities were appearing all around him. It was possible that it was merely a whim of these so called ‘scientists’. He couldn’t rule out it being some sort of defect either, the population seemed large enough, and he could tell there was no small concentration of Servants here as well. It could have been some sort of overload.

While he mused about the source of the strange flow in the city, he glanced at all of the people that appeared to be frozen in time. Oddly enough, there appeared to be only one person that seemed to be moving ‘normally’, and they were a familiar presence on top of that.

“You are...I see. Berserker of Black, are you not?”